His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 880

Chasel's narrowed eyes flickered as he saw no deceit or frivolity in the man's expression, causing his initial wariness to fade.

Coupled with his naturally insatiable curiosity, he couldn't help but ask:

"Really? Do we look that much alike?"

"Absolutely, especially your eyes."

The man nodded vigorously, his gaze locked on Chasel as if unable to look away. "But upon closer inspection, it's just a physical resemblance. Your demeanor and movements are entirely different. I'm sorry. I mistook you for someone else."

"No worries."

Chasel shrugged it off nonchalantly. "When you get back, you should share this story with your friend. After all, it's quite fascinating that there's someone who looks just like him in the world."

The man shook his head sadly, "I wish I could, but there's no chance now. He passed away, many years ago."

Chasel was momentarily taken aback, "Sorry."

"It's okay."

As Chasel was about to get into his car, the man asked again, "It's really rare to meet a fellow countryman in Bastan. I mean no offense, I'm just curious where are you from?"

"From Skyrim."

The sports car quickly disappeared into the night.

"Skyrim? That man was also from Skyrim."

The man reminisced about that beautiful, delicate face, his gaze growing darker.

On the drive back, Chasel looked out at the snowy road, pondering over the encounter with the stranger and feeling an inexplicable emotion welling up inside him.

He had a good memory and had immediately remembered the name Aubrey.

He was oddly curious about how much he resembled Aubrey to have caused such a misunderstanding.

Before the sports car even reached the manor's main gate, Chasel saw Cassius' tall, imposing figure wearing a matching cashmere coat, silently standing, a thin layer of snow dusting his broad shoulders.

"Cassius!"

Chasel quickly got out of the car and ran over, plunging into the man's arms like a graceful bird returning to the forest.

Cassius wrapped his arms around Chasel's waist, pulling him into his warm embrace and asked with a gentle laugh:

"Where did you sneak off to, my little fox?"

"I went to get you some treats, had no time for playing."

Chasel pouted, "I went to buy those famous local pastries, thinking of surprising you with them for breakfast. So much for the surprise."

"It's my fault."

Cassius' large hand caressed the back of his neck, gently kneading, his eyes filled with undisguised tenderness, "Having you by my side is a surprise every day. I'm already very content."

Chasel's fox-like eyes squinted, "I remember you weren't this smooth-talking before, learning bad habits?"

"Falling in love teaches you everything." The man's dark eyes brimmed with love.

Their breaths mingled softly and moistly together.

Standing together in the snowy night, everything about them seemed as beautiful and dreamlike as ever.

The sports car smoothly entered the manor gates.

After a while, a car without its headlights on silently drove out of the darkness, stopping in front of the gate, at the spot where Cassius and Chasel had been.

The man inside the car looked in the direction they had left, then took out his phone to look at the photo he had secretly taken of the two of them.

If it weren't for prior confirmation, he would have firmly believed that this was Cassius and Aubrey from before.

He gritted his teeth and floored the accelerator.

Outside the castle.

Chasel had wanted to tell Cassius about the little incident at the pastry shop, but seeing three unfamiliar luxury cars parked in the courtyard, with suited bodyguards standing outside, he got distracted:

"Hey? Didn't Jareth say the wedding was just for the Ashbourne and Abernathy families and their close friends? Are there other guests?"

"Debby came, and she brought someone with her. To be precise, someone insisted on coming with her."

Cassius held him, his expression somewhat mysterious, "She's quite significant."

Chasel was unimpressed, "How significant can she be? More than our family's first lady?"

"She's a princess."

"That arrogant? Back in the States, people also called me the prince of the neurology field." Chasel said with a proud lift of his chin.

Cassius couldn't help but laugh, "She's a real princess, the only princess of the Helgen royal family."

Chasel's mouth dropped open in shock.

Meanwhile—

Almost everyone had gathered in the living room, staring at the girl standing next to Debby, dressed in a water-blue silk gown with a white fur shawl draped over her shoulders, radiating elegance and grace. Everyone was stunned!

"Let me introduce her."

Debbie awkwardly clasped her hands in front of her, offering a smile that was embarrassed yet polite, "This is Princess Stella, the only daughter of the King of Helgen."

The room fell silent, everyone's eyes wide with shock.

Then, he slowly bent down, one knee to the ground, lifting her hand to kiss the back of it:

"Your Highness."

The crowd was stunned.

Aviana, visibly annoyed, nudged Suri:

"Since when has a Waverley been so humble?"

Myra tugged at her, "Aviana, lower your voice, she is a princess. Bennett is just being polite."

"What outdated politeness, the last century has been gone for ages! And so what if she's royalty?"

Aviana remained indignant, "We're not in Helgen, and we're not Helgenese, why follow their silly rules?"

Suri took the chance to pull Debby aside and whispered, "Debby, how do Bennett and the princess know each other?"

"Bennett accompanied some national officials to Helgen twice, even stayed at the palace for a few days."

Debby sighed, "I guess, that's when they met."

"So, the princess came with you to see Bennett?" Suri widened her eyes.

Debby, witnessing the proposal-like scene, could only facepalm.

As Bennett rose, Stella leaned in, her hands on his shoulders, tiptoeing.

Her fur shawl slid to the ground, and her lips found his.

Bennett's heart raced, his body tingling, palms sweaty.

The crowd gasped: "WOW!"

The Ashbournes had mixed reactions, Arnold even excitedly grabbed Camille's hand:

"Bennett likes women! Finally, my worries are over!"

Camille pinched him, speechless.

While everyone was distracted by the scene, Emeric clenched his lips, his silhouette silently fading away.

Evadne noticed and quickly followed.

"Dad, you look pale, are you feeling alright?" she supported her father, concern filling her eyes.

"I'm tired, I want to rest."

Emeric closed his weary eyes, "Evadne, later, tell Bennett to come to my room. I have something to say to him."